Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.